Scott

Your head was constantly buzzing as you slept– a soft ringing that carved through your nightmare filled world of make-believe. 

It was during the worst of them, with images of strong hands gripping and tearing at your clothes, that the sudden trill saved you from finding out what the abyss was truly like. 

Your eyes shot open as your heavy breathing slowed down. It took a while, but your sight eventually adjusted to the bright sunlight filtering in through your bedroom curtains. 

Your phone buzzed once again from under your pillow. You must have fallen asleep on it.

Rubbing a hand over your face, you unlocked it and skimmed over the many missed call notifications and messages in your inbox. Some were from (most likely worried) co-workers; others from friends and family members. There was, however, one message that stood out from the rest. 

It was from an unknown number, yet the messenger's identity was no secret. Your lips perk up slightly as you read the text. 

Hi (Y/n). I got your number from a colleague at the school. Just want to make sure you're okay. 

Scott.

You quickly read all your other messages, but not a single other one evoked the same heartwarming feeling. Thus he was the first person you wrote back to. 

Hi! Yeah, I'm fine thanks to you.

You slowly worked on answering the other texts when your phone received a notification. Another message from the masked man.

Whenever you feel like it, just give me a call. 📱👈

And you decided that you would do exactly that.

Jeremy

After the incident, Jeremy thought it important to stay in touch. Apparently it would help with the healing process if you spoke to someone you trusted after such a shocking event.

You were pretty certain that you were his trusted person much more than he was yours.

Heya!

You holding up?

Yeah

you?

It was as if you could just hear the sweet boy's timid voice asking you.

Definitely doing better now

Thanks for talking with me :)

There was a slight delay in which you quickly finished preparing lunch. It was when you sat down to eat that the notification pinged.

Thank you too

this really means a lot to me

we should meet up in person for a face to face therapy session

Just as you wanted to agree...

Only if you want to though

"Aw!" you cooed. Jeremy was just the nicest cinnamon roll you have ever had the pleasure of doing self therapy with.

Just give me a time and place

thank you (y/n)

Fritz

You hummed happily as you cooked the next order on the gas stove outside. 

The diner had closed temporarily so the kitchen could be fixed, but instead of allowing your friend to go out of business, you offered to start cooking outside. By the groups of people sitting about outside on blankets and at the tables carried out, you could tell that it was a good idea. 

When finishing, you take out your phone and scroll through your contacts. You select one, and start typing a message: 

Hey! It's (Y/n)! How do you like your eggs?

A heartbeat after, Fritz replies. 

Hi (Y/n)! like em soft.

Why you ask?

Ps hope you're doing okay :) 

You grinned. Leave it to this guy to always be sweet. 

Because I'm making you breakfast as soon as you come in today.

In that case i'll come early! :D

No more than twenty minutes later, you were greeted by the red hair and bright smile of Fritz. 

Vincent

You had to have fallen asleep in the car, for you woke up laying snugly in your bed. In fact, you most likely would not have gotten up if it was not for the excessively loud phone notification signalling that you've got mail. Why couldn't the world just leave you to sleep...? 

'How did I get to my bed?'

The unclear memories from last night flickered through your groggy mind. Vincent must've carried you, but how did he get into your home? You were certain-- absolutely certain-- that your door was locked... To confirm your suspicions, you shrugged on the warmest piece of clothing closest to you to shield you from the chilly early morning air and went to your front door. 

You tugged on it.

'Locked...'

A bit unnerved, you went back to bed and took your phone to read the message. 

Hello lovely

With a soft sigh, you fall back onto your mattress. 

Hello Vincent

Hope you're rested. You were tired last night. You make cute faces when you sleep. 

You blinked at the odd message. Before you can even fathom how to reply, another message comes through.

I made you some toast. It's on your side table.

You look over and, true to his word, your co-worker really did leave you a piece of toast on your bedside table. With a shrug, you reach out and take a bite.

Thanks

You are welcome lovely

Mike

He may have been sneaky, but you definitely noticed the new contact in your phone's database. Yes, Mike Schmidt added himself to your contact list after calling his lawyer. When first noticing it, you thought it was an unsaid invitation: Call if you need me. 

Yet you never thought you would receive a message from Mike first.

You were simply lounging around when the notification popped up. A smile crept onto your face.

hi.

need you to tell the cops wht happened to get the drunk a**hole arrested

you're a witness

hurry

Of course he would be blunt... 

Goodmorning Mike

Sure

B*tch, I'm THE witness  (T_T)

Where to?

Seconds later a new text came through.

plice station, duh

With your smile widening ever so slightly, you put on some shoes and head for the door. 

On my way.

Thnx again

sure thing doll

now get here befre they arrest me instd